Post by Scott Hall on Dec 4, 2011 4:15:52 GMT -5
Judged. That’s all I’m ever gonna be, man. Judged.
We fade open to a quiet, empty street in Miami, Florida. Papers and other debris get tossed around by the wind, as it looks like a storm is brewing, the sky a dark grey. We pan to a patio connected to a restaurant. The tables and chairs are all empty, except for one man sitting at a table in the corner. We grow closer and closer, until we finally settle beside him. The man’s eyes are tired, blackened with fatigue and hardships. He slides his hands from his face, across his hair, before the settle on the back of his head. He takes a few deep breaths, as he fiddles with the toothpick in his mouth. He places his arms back on the table, before he gazes into the camera. His stare shows every struggle he’s faced, powerful enough to make your soul fade away.
Scott Hall
My entire adult life, I have been judged for what people think I am. They think I am nothing but some addict, man. Some drunk that can’t control himself. Who are they to judge me, man? People don’t know the first thing about me, chico. They no knowing about Scott Hall. They have no idea what I’ve been through, and what I keep going through every day. They have never walked in my boots, and they never will. They will never understand me, man. No one will. People have watched me for years, wondering when I’m gonna end up dead. Wondering when I’m finally gonna go off the deep end. Truth is? I went off the deep in years ago., but you know what, chico? I ain’t dead yet. They see me struggle, they see me stumble and fall, man, and what do they do? They judge me. They have no idea of what I’ve gone through, and who I am, but they sit and judge me. Who was there for me? Big Kev’, Shawn. Those were the two guys that never judged me. They’ve gone through what I’ve gone through, and they understand me, man.
Justin Tyger, you understood me too, chico. Back in the day, man, we had a lot of fun. We ruled this place with this NWO, man. I’ve drank more beers with you than I have anybody. You got me out of a lot of bad situations, and I thank you for that man, but Tyger, man, you started to judge me. You left me man, you abandoned me. I thought we were cool. I thought you were cool, man, but end the end? You was just like everyone else. You judged me, and judged what I was going through. You thought I was nothing but a drunk, nothing but an addict. Chico, you should look in the mirror sometime, man. You might not wanna end up like your drunk father, but you already have, chico. You might have thought you got rid of me, but I’m back, man. Scott Hall is back, chico.
I saw how you were treating Shawn and Kev‘, man. Telling them they were real men. Tell them you and Orton are better than them. Tyger? You ain’t near the men those two are, chico. A real man don’t judge his friends. A real man don’t leave his friends. You left me Tyger, you judged me. What kind of man are you? You shouldn’t even call yourself a man. I saw how you were treating those two, and I gave Kev’ and Shawn a call, and you know what? They took me in with open arms, chico, because they didn’t judge me for the problems I had like you did. I came back to SNME man, and I gave you and your boy the beating you’ve deserved since you dumped me like trash in 2007, man.
Now? Me and Big Kev’? We’re gonna give your boys a beatin’. Mercennario? Matt Riley? You two have no clue what you got yourself into when you guys got mixed up with a guy like Tyger. Who’s to say he won’t start judging you two and dump you off like garbage like he did me? Tyger’s priorities are with no one but himself. I’ve seen that first had, man. Now, instead of facing me himself like a man, he hides like a scared dog, and throws his two jabronis to face me and Kev’. What does that tell you already, chicos?
Mercennario and Riley, you two goons don’t stand a chance against me and Big Kev’, man. We’re gonna tear you two up like you couldn’t imagine, chico. We are gonna rip right through ya’ll. Then Tyger? We’re gonna get to you, man. I don’t care how long it takes. I don’t care how many of your buddies you throw in front of you. Me and Big Kev’ and Shawn are gonna get to you, and show everyone how much of a man you ain’t. We’re gonna beat you until you’re back in the hospital and can’t remember your own name again, chico. It’s what you deserve!
Hall takes a breath, keeping himself from getting too angry. The red in his face slowly slips away, as he grabs a glass of tea, taking a drink from it, before setting it back down.
Scott Hall
Scott Hall is back, man. Not the old Scott Hall either. I am a new Scott Hall, chico. I am a new person. I ain’t that person you saw before. I’m a man now. I ain’t clouded over anymore. I am gonna focus on my one true addiction. An addiction that can’t be cured from some rehab. An addiction that can’t be quit. My addiction? My only addiction?
Wrestling, man. Wrestling, and I mean here to wrestle, chico. I’m gonna become the man, and the wrestler I shoulda always been years ago. I’m gonna be… A champion, chico.